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Thursday, September 29, 2016

FROM SCAR TO CAR(a flash fiction by Sunsampaul Egwu)

It was a raining day, as the roof were seen combating with the hut, I was alone in my father's hut that fateful evening when the wind came like a deadly beast. Children were running and Parents screaming. I've no were to run to as our hut was still dripping of water due to the bad roof.

   It wasn't long before the heavy downpour subsided, after which I've developed a big scar on my face. It happens like a dream though it was real. I've desired to be a doctor, to treat those lads and lasses in my village, to care for the wussies and aged ones, which has been my secret, but here I'm with a terrible scar planted on my face.

     Few hours later father ran in with Victor my elder bro, they've both been soaked and were shivering due to the rain that rained on them. I felt guilty for my scar, I'd have ran out from the hut knowing fully that it only has half life. I was naive and scared of father searching for me in the middle of the drizzling downpour. That day I grieved in excruciating pains not just because of my scar but because father was restless, he couldn't even tell me tales by moonlight which was his norms.

    Not long after the incident of fear, injury and sorrow, I led that into a conversation that has to do with my future, my carrier, my destiny, to become a Doctor; yes to become a Doctor. Not a Native Doctor but a Medical Doctor. Dad gave me his consent after assuring me of his financial status. So I left for Lagos in search of my Uncle whom I believed will sponsor my career.

As God may have it he concurred and sponsored it and I became the best Medical Doctor with a car which I drove home for Dad's blessing.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

AGONY OF A LAD(a flash fiction by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Dayo a naive and timid young man was on his bed sleeping one hot afternoon. He has been  jobless every since he graduated from school. He has rejected so many little jobs that were below his standard.

   He was still sleeping when his mother left for her business in the market. She happens to be the only family he has. His mother picked up her bag, put on her wristwatch and zoom she galloped into the street. She was walking and thinking about the joblessness of her son when a car ran over her.

   The reckless driver quickly zoomed the car In full speed leaving Dayo's mother in the pull of blood. Akeem a neighbour to Dayo was at the scene of the event. He quickly ran home to informed Dayo the sleeping jobless lad.
    "Madman, you're here sleeping this hot after, while your mum is bleeding profuse" he barked as he slapped Dayo on his left leg. "Come closer and tell me you're joking" Dayo quickly replied amidst fear.

Days stood up, wore his shirt because he was only in his short and accompanied Akeem to the hospital his mother was taken. On getting there the doctor told him his mother want to speak to him because they can't do anything due to the excessive loss of blood and fracture.

 She quickly rushed to his mother. "Dayo my son, I know I've not been able to give you the beauties of life, but her I will give you my last words of wisdom" She said amidst tears while holding Dayo's left palm. "Mother what are you talking about" Dayo stammered. "Son always he independent, you've got God by your side, so always be the man your father want you to be, also be prayerful and avoid women like I always told you. I mean avoid wayward life and strive to be great" She said as her eyes travelled to forlorn journey.

 Dayo couldn't bear the encounter that his mother left him to the other world. He leaned on the wall,for his shirt, screamed but tear failed to proceed from his soft eyes. He vowed never to misused the words of his mum while leaning on the wall in pains.
©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

I NEVER KNEW(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

At the beginning
Railways met crossroads in tiny lines,
Lines broken so easy;
Then everything becomes messy.
The truth messed my head about the lies,
The lies crumpled the defense of my past.
In one day, reality set in like a beast,
In with all other package tossed in the bin.
I never knew
That memories kill,
It could kill even me for being so blind,
But a child, her free spirit I longed to bind.
Days become weeks
And month brought the dread and dead,
But first! I was weak
So I decided take the journey to the next world.
It would be painless, blameless, fearless. Sue
Finally I could run fearless in my darkness.
Brave at last, I decided to take Sue's side,
But then I died, and it was called SUICIDE.
I just never knew
That I was passing through excruciating pains
Before taking my life.
I longed to enjoy life,
But life enjoyed me instead.
Sunday Samuel Paul Egwu popularly called
Philosopher is poet, blogger,
writer,and 300 level
computer science student of National Open
University of Nigeria. He's
the pioneer of Ghetto city of poetry and CEO of
citadel of life. He
was the winner of poetry court join me write
poetry competition and
talented poet annual duel. His poems are
published on
hard copies
anthologies and blogs. His email is

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

WORDS CAN GIVE YOU WINGS (an article by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Words are word, but not mere words. Words are
keys to a close door. Words are reasons to
reason. Words are soft touch, Words are long
way to talk about, Words are razor very sharp.

Words are life and spirit, words hurt, hurt heals,
words fly, words can be truthful or lies, words
can be bent or broken, words can be dozen or
burden, if don't express it, you might regret it.
Words can give u wings or pull you down.
Are you a word weaver or word Bender?
Are you a wordaholic or Wordshiver?

Let's talk words under two major categories
1: Spoken word
2: Written word

*As you know before a word is spoken it first
come from the heart*
But many people speak words from their mind
not their heart
Too bad
Are u among them. Pls get out from that cocoon
*Cos if you speak from your mind it will get to
people's mind but if you speak from your heart it
will get to people's heart. And you know what
ever get to people's mind can go easily. But
what's in their heart barely fade*

You will notice all i typed now are from my hear
not my mind. When you speak word(spoken)
from your heart. The message becomes clearer
and effective.

*Now let's focus on 7 keys to effective spoken
word, as a spoken word artiste, pastor, public
speaker, teacher , motivational speaker, Mc.
Even talkative*

It is the act of enunciating,
announcing, proclaiming, or making known; open
attestation; declaration; as, the enunciation of
an important truth. It is also the mode of
utterance or pronunciation, especially as regards
fullness and distinctness or articulation; as, to
speak with a clear or impressive enunciation.

*if you lack the power of enunciated words. You
lack the power of a public speaker, spoken word
artiste or teacher or Mc*

Enunciation is a life tool. You must not joke with
even in contest, slam or motivating people. If I
lie ask your pastor.

2: MODE:
This is one of the various related sets
of rules for processing your words effectively.

*you don't just rush your words cos your a
master or familiar with d audience. You must
follow certain process. And work on your self
even when you speak from your heart you won't
miss out*

 This entails if you are
making your words lively to the audience. Are
they seeing it dull or interesting like Korean
movie titled boys before flower

As you speak you must always ginger your
audience with punchlines. With puns. With
inspirational words even as Mc with comedy.
Then ad comedian you should even do more

 this is self explanatory . it
means you should place your eyes on the
audience as you speak

You are speaking to people not your self. You
are speaking to punch their minds, you're
speaking to motivate them, you're speak to heal
them cos words heal. You're speaking to tell
them the truth cos word are truthful most times.

You should cast your eyes always on them not
on person ad preach, teach and speak. Cos they
are your tagger, your listeners, your viewers

This is a range of artistic or
stylistic forms or techniques of words

Are your vocabs matured? Are they constructive?
Are they convincing, these are questions you
should ask yourself before speaking those words
to the crowd, audience or viewers, make them
balanced not fallen. Make them standing not
seated, make them awake not sleeping

This entails the quality
of artistry and persuasiveness in speech(spoken
word) or writing(written word)

As you speak, you should be eloquent enough,
you should be fluently, your words should be well
articulated, as you carry on always minds you
that words are alive and active, always learn to
impart. Let your words touch them. It might heal
a soul, cos words heal. With that you'll see how
your word will give you wings

This is an underlying theme or
conclusion to be drawn from something. What
can the audience derive from your spoken word
as a spoken word artiste, speaker, Mc, pastor
etc. In as much you speak words.

Did you convince them with something tangible
to take home? Yes you should do cos that's the
Essence of a speaker. Your message should be
sizzling, your message should be flying cos your
words have given you wings

So I believe I've inspired , educated and
motivated you with these few keys on the first
category of words can give you wings which is
on spoken word. See you next time on the part 2
of words can give you wings, which will be on
written words

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

# 16YearsAPoet(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

When you're in deep confusion, Poetry gives you
When you're sad, Poetry gives you joy.

When you're passing through excruciating pains,
Poetry serves as the nurse to nurse you
When you're weak, Poetry gives you strength

16 Years, Poetry has travelled
16 Years, Poetry has healed the sick

16 Years, Poetry has united nations
16 Years, Poetry has birthed sages
16 Years, Poetry has spoken the truth

 ©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

BEAT THE DRUM OF JUSTIFIED TRUST(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

It was like a dream when they attacked us,
They painted our faces with hot irons;
With tears amidst excruciating pains we
screamed in distress,
We felt belittled even if we were not little.

We crave for justice but we were presented with
We didn't bury our trust, our veins murmured;
Our eyes closed but we refused to kiss the dust,
Same dust they made our forefathers ate.

They made them drink their urine,
They excreted on their body;
But they still have trust to welcome justice,
Justice that will bring peace and unity.

Unity that with make our serenity to be serene
So we can hold hands with one another,
And we won't be treated as slave
When we yearn for peace
Let the rain drop on our land,
Let every sins be washed away;
Let the night be long,
Let our trust be revived, and justice speak for

PEACE AT EASE(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Before a perfect decorum and calmness of heart,
Peace at ease we need to miss the presence of
As we preach peace drowning in hopeless faith.
The heart is stiff to receiving advises from
As the armpit bleeds in sorrow, hoping for a
better tomorrow.

Our brothers from other dialects seem to be our
Seems to be those killing trust for man,
Gathering them to be one act of extinct trust;
We only rely in machete and cork actions,
And balderdash lambasting tongues.

Together we can make all the difference,
In unison we can move the Atlantic ocean.
Refine it in the Pacific,
Together we can halt violence and rancor,
We can sleep without having one eye opened.

Our night won't be truncated,
Our trust won't be downtrodden,
The aches of our wood will forever be
Our Spittles won't be erased by wind,
And justice won't be just hissed.

Let's raise our fists to the heavens
Even if we're not more than seven.
Let's our drop-down tears bring peace not piss,
Let the our cry summon angels to give a pry;
So in unity we can behold peace at ease.

AGONY OF WOMEN(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Womanhood is a blessing not a curse,
Though it is a difficult task like a final year
But our women passed through excruciating
That come with no gain.

From agony of pregnancy that fences their lives,
Agony so painful and as sharp as a knife.
These women who were perceived wussies,
Carried inside them loads as big as the earth.
I learnt from the news in yesteryears;
A girl with her drop-down tears, cursed this

She stigmatized this ignominious realm of
bitterness still,
Where she was drastically robbed between her
thighs with a drill.
Pains of stress and strain,
Galloped onto the physiognomies of women,
And left a continuous ache to munch.

A huge fist visited their cheeks with a punch.
Noise ripped through walls,
Of coerced mating, making them to fall.
They were blinded by thunderstorms of slap that
clustered their faces,
From anxious men with big hands, and
uncontrolled anger.

Teenage girls forcefully married to
Many of them are dropouts, while some are
After marriage, they were badly beaten to their
Even the daylight they barely see with their eyes.

Sunday Samuel Paul Egwu popularly called
Sunsampaul is a poet and
blogger and a student. Also a graphic designer .
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